Unbeknownst to everyone, I slipped a lovely handwritten note in the mailbox along with a Seattle Chocolates bar. I wrote a letter to the owner, pretending to be my sister,
The Cost of Helping My Sister Buy a House
Ruzielle Ganuelas

I know this turned out for the best but if you were my sister they’d still be looking for your body.

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